Comeuppance for Jill

"Mistress Jill I thought you would be more grateful Mistress Sheila has given you such a lovely, thoughtful gift." Aimee asked sweetly. "She has discovered a beautiful way to change the rules, just for you!" Aimee beamed cheerfully.

Jill's response was to again try to throw the gift as far from her as possible. That wasn't likely to work however, seeing how the fluffy plush skunk toy had been glued into her hands with UV glue. The fuzzy pink handcuffs the plush toy skunk was attached to were also a limitation.

"Mistress Jill's plush skunk toy is an adorable solution. Whenever you hold it, you are free from the knowledge that your safewords and safeties will work, allowing me to provide you with a range of experiences you might otherwise be tempted to decline." Aimee explained. "Rest assured, Mistress Sheila's safeties remain in place and she's eagerly attending remotely, ensuring your safety and enjoying the experiences you are subjected to. Do you desire to test your new gift?" Aimee's delicate, nimble pink fingers danced around the buckles of the gag.

"LISTEN HERE YOU FURRY ROBOT FETISH MARY POPPINS LET ME GO OR I'LL HAVE YOU REBUILT INTO A ROBOT VACCCUUM!" Jill shouted through the panting.

"My my, Mistress Jill, such jurons coquins. I'm afraid that is not your safeword however." tisked Aimee with a sexy yet condescending pout.

Jill rolled her eyes. "clownshoes." she whispered. An electronic error tone emitted from the adorable robot dominatrix. Jill's eyes went wide, realizing she was truly at the mercy of this sexy plush vixen, and her former partner-in-crime, wherever she and her husband had disappeared to after escaping their night in the backyard pig sty.

"Is it not wonderful that you and I have zis long holiday weekend together to discover and explore your fetishes? Although I cannot imagine why you have made it so difficult to discover them. Mistress Sheila revealed her secret love for muddy pigplay after only one tickling session in my pillory. And as you know, Mousier Skunky is, how you say, an Open Book?" They both giggled. "Very well, we are rational creatures, we may use the old fashioned approach." Aimee positioned herself beside Jill, staring intently at her face, observing her heart rate and breathing with robotic precision. Mashing a button on a remote, a screen came to life, and a gentle buzzing began on the vibrator currently strapped above Jill's lacy panties. Jill bit her lip slightly. Images flashed at intervals a human eye would consider fast, but the subconscious would perceive clearly. Aimee watched Jill's micro-expressions intently for a tell. Soon the screen went blank. "I believe I have everything I need from you, Mistress Jill. I will merely confirm my observations. One moment please. The sexy AI maidbot stepped out of the room, leaving the blushing Jill bound to her chair, vibrator buzzing gently.

After a few moments, Aimee's stunning figure glided back into the room. Gone was her frilly Pink French Maid costume, instead Aimee emerged wearing a tight latex black-and-white peiruette clown costume with a pointed hat adorned with pompoms and a ruffly collar surrounding her neck comically. Her sleeves and ankles were adorned with floppy ruffles, and on her feet she wore one red high heel, and one black. Jill's heart skipped a beat.

Yes, Mistress Jill, I believe we have discovered a classis case of colourophilia, albeit one with a lust to be dominated by a female clown.

"That's impossible, I'm afraid of clowns." Jill said icily.

"Zat is what you tell those closest to you, so that you do not reveal how aroused you are by the thought of being bound and humiliated by a sexy, dominant female clown." Aimee retorted clinically. Jill was silent.
Also of course you have a fetish for pies as well as for bondage specifically with sticky substances. An uncommon palette with which to create, but I have no doubt one with delicious possibilities. I am afraid I am unable to accommodate your other fantasy, as, while can certainly dress you in a cheerleader costume, I am unable to introduce you to an entire football team inside a bakery I'm afraid." Jill's cheeks flushed bright red. "Pity, that would be a thing to watch." Aimee smiled wistfully. "Kitten play as well, perhaps I will save that for later." Aimee mused.

"We will begin!" Aimee announced. Jill's heart skipped a beat as Aimee approached carrying a set of paints and a delicate brush. Aimee's bristles danced over Jill's helpless, bound form, leaving behind a gorgeous, yellow and purple polka-dot body painted clown costume. Satisfied, Aimee stretched a ruffled latex collar much like her own around Jill's quivering neck, sealing it with glue.

Next, Aimee attached a bondage fiddle around Jill's neck beneath the ruffled collar, and smoothly, gently guided Jill's wrists into the wrist loops, taking special care to ensure the restraints did not hide the plush skunk glued into Jill's hands.

Next, Aimee approached with an industrial looking glue, pouring it out in a puddle behind Jill's delicate bare feet. Aimee slowly sauntered back around to the front of the body-paint clown and leaned in until her face was nearly brushing Jill's. "You're going to love this, Mistress Jill!" Aimee whispered into Jill's ear, who let out an adorable tiny whimper. Taking both of Jill's soft breasts into her furry paws, Aimee gently pushed Jill ever so slightly until she stepped backwards naturally to regain her balance. Jill felt the thick glue and bit her lip. She gave her feet a tentative tug, but both were already affixed to the floor.

"I do not believe in clown wigs." Aimee mentioned casually, almost absent-mindedly. "I believe it shows a lack of commitment to the craft of clowning." she added. Aimee gently brushed Jill's blonde hair into ribbons, clipping each with a sponge roller. Taking a handful of syringes filled with gaudily bright hair colors, she squeezed the colorful dye into the rollers, coating the ribbons of hair until they were saturated and dripping. The splatters of colorful dye added more random spots to Jill's skin and she shuddered at every drip. An old fashioned hair dryer was positioned over her do and set to High. Aimee made sure to help Jill pass the time by exploring Jill's colorful skin with playful pokes, dancing of fingers, gentle pets, and the dragging of fingernails, driving Jill to frustration.

A timer dinged and Aimee smoothly rolled the hair dryer away, then gently unspooled the wide ribbons of brightly colored hair. She held up a mirror to Jill, whose heart leapt. She tried to look mad, but she broke into a sweet smirk. Finally, Aimee applied delicate porcelain clown makeup to Jill's grinning face.

"Now Mistress Jill, for your training, you are now my apprentice clown. You will remain glued and locked in this position until you can identify my pies simply by the feel, texture, taste, and smell. For everyone you get right, your vibrator will grow stronger. For everyone you get wrong, you will spend another 15 minutes in place here. Perhaps you do not want to get more than four or so incorrect, as your body paint will become VERY difficult to remove after one hour." Jill's heart sank. Aimee pressed her lips against Jill's ear and whispered again, simulated hot breath sending shivers down Jill's body. "It will come off eventually of course, with the right substances and some VERY attentive scrubbing?" Jill's whimper was much louder this time.

Aimee wheeled in a cart laden with pies and selected a heavy one, testing its weight in her hand. She approached the trapped clowngirl and lofted the pie or inspection. Jill gave it a delicate sniff. "Is it strawberry cream?" asked Jill with interest.

"Yes! Excellent work, Mistress Jill!" Aimee smashed the pie into Jill's face. At the same time, the vibrator against Jill's mound shifted pattern. She rolled her eyes back at the sensation. The next pie was presented. "Whipped cream?" asked as Aimee slapped the pie into her face. A buzzer sounded. "Non, Mistress Jill, I'm afraid that was custard flan." Aimee added with a pout. 15 minutes was added to a timer. Jill growled in frustration. The next pie arrived. "Blueberry?" Jill asked. "Yes!" Aimee cheered, smushing the pie and sending the vibrations up another level. Jill's knees began to weaken.

Another pie was held underneath her chin. "Ugh! Rotten egg!" Jill complained.

"Oh non Mistress Jill, as a skunkgirl I am offended you did not get this one right. It is skunk spray." Another 15 minutes was added to the timer.

"Coconut cream?" was the next, flakes of coconut tickling Jill's nose as the dessert connected. The tone sounded and her vibrator sent her nearly over the edge. "Correct yet again!" cheered the robotic skunkgirl.

"The next will be more difficult." Aimee warned. Jill concentrated, only to feel a sticky slap against her thighs. "No fair!" Jill protested. "Is it paint?" Jill guessed. "No, I'm afraid it was glitter glue." giggled Aimee lightly. 15 more minutes were added to the clock.

The next pie was presented, "Chocolate cream for sure!" Jill added excitedly. The buzzer sounded. "Oh, dear, Mistress Jill, I had hoped you would guess that one as well! I'm afraid it was hazelnut spread." Aimee frowned with mock sympathy. Jill swore as the timer exceeded an hour, her fate and her outfit sealed.

Aimee clicked her tongue. I'm afraid Mistress has not met the requirements and will require additional training." Aimee wheeled in a mechanical contraption with an ominous looking series of tubes and pipes. A blast of compressed air sounded, and a mound of sticky goo splattered into Jill's mouth. "Ugh! Marshmallow Cream!" She sputtered. A tone sounded, followed by another blast of air, and another sticky ball of goo. "Ugh! Butterscotch!" Jill muttered.

"I'm certain you will enjoy your practice. If Mistress Jill is good, we will attend the circus tomorrow. If Mistress is naughty, we will attend the circus tomorrow and Monday." Aimee added brightly. Jill's eyes went wide as another pie slammed into her butt, increasing the pulsing of the vibrator.

"Tropical vacations aren't so bad if you have something good on TV." Skunky observed above the gentle crashing of the waves and distant calls of seagulls. Sheila giggled. The husband and wife reached over and tinked each other's glasses and returned to watching the sunset.